decker berney the halls with skunks and skangers
A widow woman finds her house broken into six days before Christmas.
A 22 year old mobster called Scott Purdue with addresses in Clondalkin and now in our own town Kilcullen receives a pattycake fifteen month jail sentence for his latest drugs offences.
Graffiti euologising the Omagh bomber (29 known murders to his credit) appears on a wall beside a boys school in Naas, our neighbouring town.
Graffiti equating the Chief of Police and the police themselves to the British Intelligence Services appears in Newbridge, another of our neighbouring towns.
Stephen Kinneavey a thug ex police officer continues harassing me for ten years.
Traveller gangs repeatedly call to people's houses in our town for harassment purposes and to scout them out for break ins.
The Hutch gang moves here having shat all over inner city Dublin for the past half century rendering the city uninhabitable for the citizenry including drug dealing low life like themselves and now doing here what they've done so effectively there making life unliveable for ordinary people while the police, gawdelpus, protect them from their gangland enemies the Kinahanes but abjectly fail to protect anyone else.
This is Kilcullen now.
We haven't had IRA graffiti in our neighbouring towns for forty years.
But it's back.
The travellers too.
A half century ago, folklore records that three members of the travelling community set upon a Mr Mitchell in our streets, attempting to cause him serious harm.
Mr Mitchell beat the living shit out of the three of them and that settled things for a generation.
But Kilcullen today is way beyond anything so clarifying.
The Hutch gang (A traveller clan grouping who also claim to be an IRA faction. The IRA is largely composed of tinker gangs.) are here in strength.
Stephen Kinneavey is here.
The clan gang operating out of the Alke Babish chipper and associated fast food restaurants and outlets controlled by an organisation styling itself Zeytoun Restaurants Ltd, are here in strength.
The Maloney gang is here doing what it has always done, ensuring that half the youth of the town who reach adulthood will do so with addiction issues and a whole host of kids will never reach adulthood at all due to suicides, overdoses and that quaint category of unsolved mystery we call disappearances.
Kilcullen is rancid with suicide, mental derangement, harassment, misery and fear.
Of course, you couldn't know about any of this from broadcaster Brian Byrne's inaptly named website A Kilcullen Diary nor from reviewing the serial inaction of supposed community activists like retired school teacher Noel Clare and his self styled and also thoroughly inaptly named Kilcullen Community Action group.
The only proactive action I ever remember those guys taking was when they lodged an official complaint with planning authorities asserting that businessman Pat Dunlea's development in the Square was going to block out the view of the church from Main Street.
I said at the time that Noel Clare must really like looking at the church from Main Street because I had never actually seen him in it.
In fact I daresay his only association with the church is when he rehashes his perenial favourite slander against Canon Langan, to wit that Canon Langan hit him a box on the ears or some such place when he (Noel Clare not Canon Langan) was a boy.
(Canon Furlong surely? Canon Langan was here in the 1800s. He could hardly have known Noel Clare or hit him. - Ed note)
(Shush. - Heelers note)
Ah, memories.
Nowadays Kilcullen Community Action are so busy trying to control the weather and installing tasteless fairy path walks in the valley, that they don't have time to worry about our town becoming a gangster enclave.
Surely small town communitarian heroes like Brian or Noel could stoop down from Mount Olympus just long enough to sound a warning about the Hutch gang and other mobsters moving into Kilcullen.
Is this not a prime case for community action?
Is it not the sort of thing that should be written about in a Kilcullen diary?
Surely Kilcullen Community Action group could become less blase about permitting a thug like Stephen Kinneavey to present its community awards (and indeed to receive one) while Brian Byrne could perhaps become a tad less blase in his unctious smug priapic oleaginousness and maybe print a few fewer photographs of Stephen Kinneavey smiling fulsomely as though he wasn't utter scum held in thorough opprobrium by anyone with half a clue. (The scum is Kinneavey not Brian Byrne.)
Perhaps that hero of Kilcullen property development Brendan O'Connell could be less visible taking his morning tea with Kinneavey in the Riverside Restaurant.
Perhaps Riverside proprietor Paul Treacey could consider refusing to serve him.
I'm not holding my breath.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
Community action takes effort.
Our supposed heroes are trading on rep.
Much easier to put up monuments to the town's suicide victims than to actually do something about the malefactors and gangs causing the suicides.
For those of you who think I'm being a bit narky with Brian Byrne and Noel Clare, I would have you note that the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men should do nothing, or in this case that a pair of useless ***** should do sweet **** all while posing as the supreme advocates of community values in our midst.
Ho hum.
Here is the news.
If you were to rely on Noel Clare or Brian Byrne or A Kilcullen Diary or Kilcullen Community Action, you couldn't know anything about anything that really matters to the people of Kilcullen.
You couldn't know that 22 year old Scott Purdue had moved here after no less than three assassination attempts on his life by other mobsters.
That's what's living next door to us.
You couldn't know it.
You couldn't know about the Hutch gang.
You couldn't know about the Rah.
You couldn't know about the Alke Babish clan gang.
You couldn't know about the Maloney gang.
You couldn't know about the epidemic of drug dealing in our schools.
You couldn't even know what happened to Decker Berney.
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